As noon approached, a dark yellow taxi turned onto an old dirt road, its tires crunching over gravel and kicking up a faint trail of dust, through which the distant high-rise buildings could be vaguely seen behind, while another perspective showed the scenery in front of the taxi.
A somewhat misty mountain peak was visible in the distance, below which lush valleys and plains stretched, with an ancient estate faintly visible at the edge of a forest.
Hiss-click!
The taxi driver, a corpulent middle-aged Caucasian, quickly pulled the car up in front of a massive iron gate.
Before getting out of the car, Tang Qi couldn't help but chuckle at the driver named Mr. Ravis; though he was quite obese, the amount of sweat trickling down his body was excessive, his clothes nearly soaked, and his complexion very pale.
